It is a small theatre stage facing a round hall with balconies. I sit in the back of a balcony, first floor, can't see much, but the voices are loud and clear. The play itself is a russian version of an old don juan story. My thoughts wander away from the small theatre. I remeber a desire i always had, i see the bow i always felt closer to my heart from all waponology invented by humankind. But i am drawn to reality by the performace. I wish i still had the bow in my hand. I found myself thinking about shooting an arrow into the unsuspecting performers. There are 5 of them on the stage. I would first shoot the younger ones for they are quicker and could duck for cover. Then i would shoot the men for they could react faster and last the old woman. My mind was cold with calculculation for i wanted no one to escape the stage. I could see the splash of blood from exit wounds, i could pinpoint with milimetrical precision the place underneath the skin where their hearts pulsed, i could see them fall and die as they fell.
But death was not what i was serching for. I wanted to see the crowd react. I wanted to see who whould be the first to realize what's happening, how long it will be from the first arrow to the first scream and most of all who will keep it's wits. I wanted a test of primeval fear and i wanted that theater to be my godly playground.
Don't google a mass murder at a don juan play because the same mind that spawned the terror not only failed to give the impulse that would release the arrow but ended ordering the feets to stand and hands to clap as the performers marrily exit the stage. Mouth smiled but the eyes were mirroring the cold dark matter.
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